The Daydream District - The Sundays We Were Born - Single

The Sundays We Were Born

Here we all skip along to
An Aldous Huxley beat
And drown ourselves
In the white noise
Of a television stream
A father lost his buddy
In Afghanistan
A brother lost his prom date
For shooting all her friends
We're all so lonely
We're so afraid
Our nerves are smithereens
Gets worse every day
We could always wet the rags
And lay them at the door
And stick our heads in ovens on
The Sundays we were born
Lighting screens of serenading
Followers and likes
A sweeter chorus never sung
Give us wings to fly
We're so pathetic
We're so enslaved
Our nerves are smithereens
Gets worse every day
We're all so lonely
We're so afraid
Our nerves are smithereens
Gets worse every day

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Writer(s): Thomas Ivey
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